Cassian reemerged into the kitchen, setting the now-neat pile of un-neat clothing onto a reasonable surface, and the stolen Imperial boots onto the floor nearby. Those, he wouldn't burn. Never waste a good pair of boots. He'd look for an opportunity to give them away to someone the Empire would hate.
The sight of the second new little creature of the day made him stay bent over.
On Lothal during the Blockade, Cassian had had to monitor Imperial probe droids. To avoid getting shot, he'd had to lay in the tall grass so still, for so long, that wild loth-cats had come up to him, climbed on top of him, and fallen asleep.
This creature wasn't a loth-cat, but it might be in the tooka family. It more resembled—
"Is that a pittin?" He knelt, not quite courting it, just trying to get on its level.
[ooc: I'm trying to avoid headcanon, but sometimes a loth-cat slips in. Pittins are from Barbara Hambly's Children of the Jedi—more on why Cassian knows about them, potentially, in subsequent tags.]
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The sight of the second new little creature of the day made him stay bent over.
On Lothal during the Blockade, Cassian had had to monitor Imperial probe droids. To avoid getting shot, he'd had to lay in the tall grass so still, for so long, that wild loth-cats had come up to him, climbed on top of him, and fallen asleep.
This creature wasn't a loth-cat, but it might be in the tooka family. It more resembled—
"Is that a pittin?" He knelt, not quite courting it, just trying to get on its level.
[ooc: I'm trying to avoid headcanon, but sometimes a loth-cat slips in.
Pittins are from Barbara Hambly's Children of the Jedi—more on why Cassian knows about them, potentially, in subsequent tags.]